He knew about their addiction. Fuck he was no better. Knew what it felt like to lose yourself in it. He still wanted to help though. Make days a bit more bareable for them. So today they went out to the park. Just for fun. At night since it'd be odd to see two grown people broken and bruised from war and childhood traumas at a park. Sitting on the swing set the two of them listened to the fading sounds of bird song. The chains rattling on the swings as the two slowly pushed them back and forth